only three days in....

...and i'm already realizing that an entry per day is overly-ambitious. (a fugi per day--that i could swallow).

 Thus, instead,  a photo...

 

la quoitidienne

over the river and through the woods each morning: the challenge arises as I hop up the metro steps...what oh what will my ipod present me with ?! ...A song that must hold its own, up against such a magnificent panoramic...Next! Skip! Right Arrow... >! Ahhhhh, just in time to take my first peak. These days: Bon Iver, MGMT, Sea Bear, Bright Eyes, The Tellers, The National (always and forever)--don't think these guys will ever grow old, nor will the view.

it's about that time

I've been putting it off for months now...(or years, perhaps, if i put aside this particular 'epoque' in my life). ...I admit, there is a tad of discomfort surrounding anything that feels at once grandiose  and yet redundant. Nonetheless, I've alas decided that the New York fatalist has ruled for far too long. And so, here i am, 3 months deep into my life in Paris, and i am ready to give it a go...one-step at a time...write for ME-- but 'twill also be my connector to all of you fine folk, whom I miss dearly. Visitors are wonderful but t'would be all the more wonderful if one brave soul would forfeit the gibberish and instead commit to the idea of moving here as well... hmm, perhaps I Would be the victor, afterall, were a certain madman/Mad-er-women elected ;)

Politics aside, I do solemnly swear to henceforth scribble down a word or throw up a picture..indeed, I will certainly one day cringe upon re-reading some of these hypothetical future entires. But alas, tant pis pour vous!...(I feel equally compelled to confess -- once again in parenthesis because I have a terrible weakness for tangents--that i just looked up 'tant pis' in my french dictionary, just to be certain ;) )

ok, off to hang up the laundry, give my bangs a trim, vaccuum up the remnants, and brace the bike with the uncomfortable seat, because it's worth it.